Why was I drawn to your blood?
It was warm in the night
Like a beacon fire on a hill
Drawing me to you.
I tasted, I savored,
I loved the taste of your blood
Past my lips
Salty, sweet on my tongue
I was nourished by your blood
But why you particularly?
Why not just another passerby?
I could have any I wanted
Yet it was you I chose
It was you that had to die
Why you?
I guess the answer is not for me to know
You were the one that was chosen
It was your time to go
So it was your blood that attracted me
And your blood I took.